Next day dragged hot—meeting in glass tower, H/N sealing deals sharp-suited, me beside in sheer blouse, nipples teasing through lace. His glances burned: Later, doll. Dinner followed: candlelit yacht club, his foot rubbing my calf under table. "Wear that red bikini tomorrow," he whispered. "Poolside mine."
Back at Burj suite, door barely shut, heat ignited. I shoved him against wall, lips crashing hungry. Tongues battled wet, my hands yanking his tie loose, popping shirt buttons. "Fuck me raw tonight, boss. Stretch this pussy wide." Slutty words spilled—his cock twitched hard in pants.
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